"I'm better at _______." ""You're not as good as me at ________." Both statements that I cringe to when I hear them come out of my daughters mouth. Don't get me wrong, she is incredibly thoughtful, caring, gentle and sweet - but sometimes, like any 9 year old, she can be brutally honest/downright nasty, or… Continue reading How I Became a More Humble Mother in One Summer
I was sitting in a fast food restaurant, having lunch with my daughter after a day of shopping, when my then 7 year old nonchalantly asked, "I wonder why daddy picked her over you?" In a split second my chest tightened and I fought to hide back the tears. My head fogged up and I… Continue reading One Flawsome Momma: “I Wonder Why Daddy Picked Her Over You.”
Thank God It's My Every Other Friday. You know the one I'm talking about. The one where dad shows up to scoop up the kid and you're left in sweet, serene silence. My pup Molly asleep at my feet, chamomile tea on my nightstand, City and Colour radio on Pandora. No where to be, no… Continue reading One Flawsome Momma: Introverted Me
Fast forward. She's 9 now. And guess what? Momma needs her space. Momma needs to breathe. Momma needs you to go to bed and stay there all night like they told me you would when you got older. It's like an 8pm Sundowner's Version of Children. Her whole personality changes. In fact, she shows off about 8 of them in a matter of minutes...
After my separation, I realized that I had alienated myself from relationships FOR me. I also realized that I alienated myself from experiences FOR me. If I wanted to go somewhere or do something and it wasn't kosher to HIM, then I didn't do it. I felt like as a family unit we had to do… Continue reading One Flawsome Momma: Identity Crisis
I'll be honest. I'm terrible at hosting sleepovers for my daughter. "We'll get them together next weekend. Wait, she's at her dad's next weekend, how about the weekend after?" Scheduling it is the hardest part. Then: who picks them up, who drops them off, should I clean the house first even though I know it'll… Continue reading One Flawsome Momma: Giggles and Gossip
When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, I wanted to be the perfect mother. I spent the first few years hurrying milestones - because if you've ever sat around a table with new moms, or old moms, or really ANY MOMS - that's what the fuss is all about. "Can you believe my… Continue reading One Flawsome Momma: Perfection Impedes Acceptance
Dear Anxiety, You are a sneaky little bastard, aren't you? For as long as I can remember you have made your way into my life and riddled me in fear. Sometimes your presence is subtle and other times your presence engulfs me and swallows me whole. You love to remind me who is in control. … Continue reading Dear Anxiety: You Will Not Take My Daughter Hostage